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Hecatomb - William Turner

Jumping down onto the main deck where Will stands behind Davy Jones, his sword embedded deep into the octopus man's back, remerging from his chest, I watch as he bends the sword, keeping it in place. His mouth moves but I hear no words over the roaring of the sea, and the pounding of the rain. Davy Jones swings around and attempts to slash Will, but he ducks, only to get whacked in the head by a heavy crab claw, crumbling to the side of the deck. I see Elizabeth stir from my peripheral vision as I slowly advance closer, her figure climbing to sit haphazardly on the stairs, her facing worn and filled with concern. I see her and William lock eyes, and I'm not the only one.

"Ahh. Love. A dreadful bond." Davy states, venom lacing his words. "And yet, so easily severed." Then spinning around he moves his word underneath Will's chin. "Tell me William Turner. Do ya fear death?" He spits out.

"Do you?" Jack calls out from behind him, a broken sword poised over top Davys beating, barnacle covered heart, smiling widely. Davy glances between Jack, the open chest near his feet, and his own heart. "Ain't it poetic, holding life and death in the palm of one's hand aye?"

"Ya a cruel man Jack Sparraw." Davy spits at him.

"Cruel is a matter of perspective."

"Is it?" Davy responds before spinning around, raising his sword to plunge it into William's chest, but I get to him first, sliding on my knees in front of the man I love. I cry out in pain as I fall back, leaning now against the railing. Elizabeth gasps, her eyes going wide as William freezes beside me. I watch Jack freeze up as well, holding his position, eyes widened in realization. I gasp out in more agonizing pain as Davy Jones twists the sword plunged deep into my chest, before releasing his grip on the handle and backing away, smiling. A cruel and dark laugh emits from his towering figure in front of me, blocking my view. I place my hand near the base of the sword, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Y/N." Will breathes out, coming to my side, Elizabeth soon joining him. My breaths slowly become more labored, my eyes darting between their faces, rain soaking their hair and running down their cheeks.

"Hey, look at me Y/N." He commands more sternly, his voice wavering. "You're alright." He gently places a hand on the side of my face, encouraging me to look at him. I do, and all I see is pain. "Why did you do that?" He asks of me, the question is something I can't bring myself to answer. Glancing to my side, I see Bootstrap Bill, lying on the ground several meters and slowly regaining consciousness. Tears fill my eyes, he was always like a father to me when I was younger, when Will and I had been raised together. It pained me to watch him slowly take in my situation, slowly pushing himself off the slippery deck, seeming to mutter something to himself.

"Y/N! My daughter!" I watched as he pounced onto Davy Jones from behind, beginning a brutal fight between the two. My gaze remains focused on Will. His large deep chocolate brown eyes, the eyes I had fallen in love with so long ago. The ones I knew wouldn't remain in my life forever. Elizabeth gently rubs my arm, trying to keep me awake.

"Don't close your eyes Y/N! Y-you can't close your eyes." She cries out to me. She had always been like a sister to me since we had been rescued and raised in Port Royal. They deserved each other, her and William, and I believe some part of me deep down always knew. I smile weakly at the pair, my eyelids slowly becoming too heavy to keep open.

"Y-you t-t-two'll be a-alright..." I utter out, stuttering slightly from my lack of oxygen.I hear yelling from the two cursed men as Jack comes into my line of sight.

"Jack what are you-?" Elizabeth starts, but cuts herself off as Jack takes my hand, wrapping my fingers around the hilt of the broken sword, and helps me plunge it into the Heart of Davy Jones. The noises of fighting and yelling stop almost instantly, but my ears are too loud with the rushing of blood and water to process anything, my hand slipping from the handle and onto the deck, my eyes closing.

"Y/N!" Will yells, grasping the sides of my face briefly before grabbing my shoulders and shaking them. "Y/N don't, come back." I hear a small tussle before both sets of hands leave my body, allowing me to sink fully onto the deck. Cries from Elizabeth and yelling from Will are drowned out by a chant from multiple monotone voices.

"Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew." Then everything slowly fades away into nothingness, before one last sentence reaches my numb ears.

"The Dutchman must have a captain." And I feel an excruciating pain in my chest.